The Herd Has Opinions

Beautiful day this December 18. It is not always that way here in central Alberta so I decided to go on one of my fairly rare winter rides. Eddie is living in the corrals as he is quite convinced that he is the “great leader”. And he isn’t good at it.

Some history.

Dreamweaver wasn’t getting much riding and he is way too nice a horse to be just left in the field so we lent him to some folks for their girl to learn to ride. He was gone for a couple of years. When he returned we had just bought a new horse, Rio, a mare. We put the two of them in together away from the other horses for a couple of weeks just to make sure we weren’t bringing in some virus our herd wasn’t immune to.

We didn’t quite realize that Eddie was fuming mad about the new mare being with Dreamweaver.

One day my old brain forgot to tie the gate correctly and Ed got out with Dreamweaver and Rio and beat up Dreamweaver. Bad. We were shocked. None of our horses have acted like that. Not even the stallions.

The upside of this is that Eddie being in the corrals is pretty handy for going for a ride. The herd is living out on the half section.

Saddled him up. Got on. Eddie really wanted to go out on the pasture where the herd was so off we headed. Beautiful day. The ravens came to check us out. We passed Rio by the waterer. No big deal. Eddie loves her and certainly would have liked to stop for a visit but he continued on when I asked him to.

The horses were west of the bedding pile so we went the other way down to the end of the silage pit. Suddenly I heard a horse galloping up behind us. Hawk. The youngest gelding who is way below Ed in the pecking order.

We stop to visit Hawk and every time Ed turns to head towards the herd over the hill, Hawk stands in front of him and challenges him. I’m confused. Hawk doesn’t challenge Ed. He is usually very cautious around Ed. Next thing I look and Rio who is the all-time meekest horse in the herd is 10 feet away approaching with her ears pinned back.

Ed isn’t really concerned. Would have happily pushed past both of them and headed over the hill. By now the yearling filly has joined us and is bucking and kicking and playing around us. I decided to lower my risk of getting kicked by heading out to the pasture.

We can head out to the big pasture but there are 2 very out of character horses making sure we don’t head up over the bedding pile.

In the end I can think of no answer for this strange behavior other than the herd has decided that Ed is not welcome. I’m sure given his freedom Ed would be over the hill and enforcing his rules but it was really interesting.

They are pretty brave when they know I have control over Ed. And they certainly know he is a danger to some of the herd members. And… it appears that my young Hawk horse is working his way up the herd of broodmares and old geldings. Hope he is a better leader than Eddie.

Cooperative Care

I read an article today about “Cooperative Care”. It made me think about how animal handling has changed in my lifetime.

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Suggesting “training an animal to not only tolerate handling and husbandry procedures, but to be an active, willing participant in these experiences” would have got you scoffed out of the group of farmers drinking coffee at the local auction mart when I was a kid. Continue reading “Cooperative Care”

Slow Feeder

Eddie is too fat.

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He has been living in the Jenny Craig pen all summer even though he has been my main riding horse. It is true this wasn’t a great summer for horseback riding. Some days were just too hot. Many days were too smoky. Then suddenly it was cold, snowing and windy. Eddie might not be quite so fat if I rode him more.

He used to get more exercise come fall and winter when he got to go out on winter pasture with the herd but he ended that luxury a couple of weeks ago when he decided he was now the boss of the herd and beat hell out of Dreamweaver.  Continue reading “Slow Feeder”

The Barn Cats

We have a few cats here on the ranch.

Most of our cats originated from a female whose previous owner dropped at the ranch. Pregnant of course. She managed to get herself run over on the highway about the time the kittens got their beautiful green eyes open. One of the grandchildren found them crying in the Quonset. We raised them the rest of the way and got them on the ranch medicare plan. I have a special bond with them. They think I am their mother.

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Then there is FuzzyWuzzy. I’m not quite sure where she comes from but she meows to me, runs beside me, eats 2 feet away from me but doesn’t like me to touch her. She is afraid of the other cats. She will only come to the barn and eat if I am there. She is afraid of anything that moves. She has the same green eyes. Continue reading “The Barn Cats”

Spring on the Ranch

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Procreation. Really it is all about procreation. All the excitement. Twice yesterday while working in the garden I literally had to duck because one of the male hummingbirds was graced with a female audience in the cherry tree and absolutely had to perform some of his best “look at me girls and how virile I am” swoops while his iridescent greenness flashes in the sun.

Needless to say, I don’t have any photos of this.

Nor do I have photos of the same hummingbird explaining to one of the male finches why he cannot possibly land on this cherry tree. I almost got sideswiped in that deal too.

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The wrens are dropping down from above to gather sticks for their nests. Sometimes it takes them quite a bit of time to get them into their house but they usually make it happen. Not so much the swallow that is trying to move into the Martin House. When she drops the stick, she just flies away – not to be seen again for hours.

Some days I would like to be like her. A free spirit or so she appears.

But I suck at “relaxing”. I am truly grateful to be able to do all the things I can do. I can think up even more things to do while doing things.

As I planted the 2nd bag of onions, I told myself I will give all my kids some beautiful home grown onions this fall. Then as I planted the 3rd bag of onions, I told myself I will give all my kids some nice little bundles of green onions.

Now I am trying to remember if any of them like onions or if I am about to become known as the “onion lady” instead of the “pepper lady” at the food bank this year.

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The mares are at the breeding farms. I miss the babies a lot. It is raining. I don’t have to water gardens. Perhaps I’ll make a pot of coffee, sit on the deck, listen to the rain and spend a little time enjoying this bursting of life and procreation called spring.

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